此刻,张家界,一抹一抹的山色,正空潆邈远,流绿滴翠。一阵阵清风,一阵阵斜雨,在山间载歌载舞,走走停停,把莽莽山野熏染得媚态醉人。这张家界的雨,是流行的星,滚动的珠,飘洒的银,斜飞的针,是童年闪闪发亮一眨一眨的眼睛。晶莹。剔透。纯洁。湿润。亲切的风,总是雨牵肠挂肚的兄弟,与雨为伴,为雨送行。花香的味儿,果香的味儿,庄稼的味儿,泥土的味儿,还有芳草的味儿,森林的味儿,都顺着风雨清爽的纹路,冒出来,走过来,一丝一丝地钻进我们的肺腑,有点儿甜。阵雨落脚的地方,水烟和雨雾,趁势升腾弥漫开来。让千沟万壑铺满了柔柔白色、朦朦诗意。这雨后蒸腾、水中捞 At the moment, Zhangjiajie, a touch of mountains, is empty 潆 邈, far, flowing Green Dicui. The breeze, bursts of rain, song and dance in the mountains, stop and go, the undeniable obsession with the vast mountain fields. This Zhangjiajie rain, is a popular star, rolling beads, floating silver, oblique fly needle, is the blink of an eye blink of an eye. Crystal. Clear. pure. Moist. Kind wind, always worried about the brothers, with the rain, accompanied by rain. Floral taste, fruity taste, taste of crops, taste of earth, smell of grass, taste of the forest, all along the fresh and cool lines, come out, come, a trace A trace of drilling into our heart, a little sweet. Where the shower ends, hookahs and rain and fog, rising sentiment prevail. Let thousands of ditches covered with soft white, dim poetic. After this rain transpiration, water fishing